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The assumption she'd made based upon his scent had turned out to be true—he was not a loner, but lived within a pack elsewhere. When the name of his home had been revealed, there was a great deal of pride clearly identifiable within his tone. He valued his home and would honour it, she was certain of that, and even though she knew nothing of the place he'd named, that was something she could relate to. It was similar, she believed, to how she felt towards the tribe she'd been born into, and was bound to feel towards the tribe she aimed to found. It was a trait, or perhaps a state of mind, that any leader should be grateful to have within their ranks. Such made her feel, if only briefly, jealous of whomever the boy served under.

"It is sometimes nice to get away from one's home now and again, would you not agree?" No matter the commitment someone held towards their home, the day in which they crossed over the borders would always come. Not to say they'd leave forever, of course, but many needed that little shove from the nest to better understand the world and, in turn, better their homelands. "I am afraid I have never heard of your... pack before," the yearling noted, having needed to remind herself midway that not many referred to their colonies as 'tribes', but rather as 'packs'. It was something she would certainly need to get used to. "I am interested in what your home might be like, but please, do not feel obligated to answer." A sidelong glance was tossed in Leo's direction before she then took a few steps forward, sitting herself down and facing her clone. It was clear she did not harbour the same fear that the child behind her did, and that she was interested in conversing further with her male counterpart.